Kurt Hummel stood by his locker, absently listening to his best friend Mercedes as she was enthusiastically telling him about her weekend, for the 5th time. "Then Sam took me to breadstix.......it was soooooo romantic."

Kurt glanced at her, a frown creasing his perfectly arched brows. "And I need to Listen about your fabulous weekend for, like the 100th time because......?" Mercedes face fell. "Dam I'm sorry Mercedes" Kurt shut his locker and picked his book bag up from the floor. “Look Hun, I'm sorry. I don't mean to act like I am the wicked witch from wicked pre nice over. Its just, I’m the ONLY openly gay guy in this school. I don't have a boyfriend and i have about as much chance getting one as Stella MaCartney has of actually putting together a decent spring collection. Which is nada!" "Awwww, Kurt, it’s okay, really" Mercedes stretched up and readjusted Kurts pink bowtie. “tell me again, why the hell do you wear these things" Kurt stared down at her, a scowl on his face. "OH NO YOU DIDNT BOY. don't you be giving me your gay bitch face. Bow ties suck. not even someone as pretty as you can pull them off". They both giggled. Mercedes sighed, her smile a little sad as she looked up at her best friend. "I get it Kurt. Look I'm sorry, I’m just so happy I forget that it must kind of really suck that most of us are all paired off now." Kurt sighed, his lips curled up slightly. " He turned threading his arm through Mercedes' and tugged her down the corridor. "Look" he smiled "I tell you what. If you can tear yourself away from your fabulous boy candy for the night, how about you come over to mine. What do you say to us putting on oatmeal face masks and watching the sound of music" Mercedes smiled up at Kurt and tugged on his arm "well we haven’t watched that for at least a week. But only if you make tots" Kurt rolled his eyes "ok I’ll make us some tots. But only if I don't have to eat them, and you try my fat free key lime pie with rainbow sprinkles." They continued down the hall, their laughter echoing behind them.

Kurt's first class that day was calculus, which he absolutely hated, with a passion. When he got to his seat Tina was already there with her boyfriend Mike Chang. "Hey Kurt" she pulled her bag off the seat next to her and Kurt sat down. "Well hello tike, how are you both today. And did you get the calc homework done. I swear I found it harder than the time I was made to wear an outfit from seers" Mike laughed. Kurt raised his eyebrows, and then looked at them deadpan. "No really, it was polyester. And I DO NOT wear polyester....ever!!!!!"

Tina laughed shooting mike a quick look. "Mike and I were just talking about how Karfosky got beat down by the new guy this morning. Apparently people are calling it Karofskygate." "Or the Karofsky slam down" mike piped up.

Kurt's blue eyes rounded. Karofsky was not a friend of his. He was the school bully and he regularly made Kurt's life a living hell.

It had started last semester. Before that Kurt had barely had any dealings with him, apart from having an English class in junior year. However, one day after football practice things had taken a rather strange turn.

Kurt had been in the locker room, performing his post game moisturizing regime. Being the kicker on the team, he was genrelly accepted by the other jocks. Well maybe not accepted, but at least tolerated. They needed him. Before he had joined the team, they had been on a 10 game losing streak. The fact he was openly gay, seemed to grate with most of them, so he made sure he kept his head down in the locker room. He could kind of understand why they might feel awkward or threatened with him being there when they undressed or showered. It would be like Finn or mike getting changed in the girls dressing room. Anyway, he figured if he could respect them they would respect him. And that was pretty much what happened, until the night they had won the championship.

They had managed to limp to the fourth quarter with a tie. And as with so many games, it came down to Kurt. His final kick took them home. McKinly had won for the first time in 4 years. The team had hoisted Kurt on there shoulders and carried him around the pitch. When they had finally made it into the changing rooms, (among much back slapping, which Kurt was sure he would carry bruises from, for weeks), Kurt went to the back locker giving himself and the rest of the team a little privacy to shower. He took off his pads and shirt and started to wipe down. He didn't see karofsky until he turned round.

Kurt started, and had looked at him a puzzled frown on his face. "Er....hi Dave, um did you need something" Karofsky stood there. He was twisting a towel between his hands and generally looking pained. He had opened his mouth as if to say something, but ended up just standing there, a frown crunching up his forehead. Kurt put his hand hesitantly of karofskys arm. "Are you ok" Karofsky looked down at his arm where Kurt's hand rested. His pale alabaster skin and delicate arm a stark contrast to karofskys thickly corded, tan, muscles.

Within a heartbeat karofsky had pushed Kurt up against the lockers, his mouth frantically fused to Kurt’s. Kurt felt his head slammed back hard as karofsky ground his lips against his. Kurt tried to open his mouth to shout, scream, anything to try and attract attention, but all it did was allow karofsky to push his tongue past his lips. Kurt could feel karofsky grinding his hips into him; he could feel the hard, straining length of his erection pushing into him. And all he could think of was "I didn't want my first kiss to be like this" Kurt could feel the tears welling up behind his closed lids. He tried to push karofsky off with his hands. But his arms were trapped between their bodies and karofsky was pressed up so tight to him still frantically grinding hips. Then almost as quickly as it had happened, Kurt was released.

Kurt just stared, karofsky was panting as if he was winded. Then karofsky pushed Kurt back against the locker. "You fucking fag" he whispered "fucking queers are all the fucking same. You fucking tell anyone I will END you" he slammed his hand into the locker besides Kurt's head. Kurt jumped. And with one last look, karofsky fled.

Ever since then, Karofsky had made it his mission to torment Kurt at every opportunity. He would push him in lockers as he passed him, trip him up, slushied him at every opportunity. And every time he got him alone he would slam him up against the nearest wall and kiss him.

Although it wasn't kissing. Kurt didn't know what it was, but it wasn't kissing. There was no affection at all. Just anger. And each and every time it had happened Kurt felt more and more worthless and violated.

So at the start of term a month ago he had decided it would happen no more. He had quit the football team and instead tried out for the cheerios. Hey, what could he say, he liked being part of a team, besides being in glee. It meant he got slushied much less often. He also made sure there was no opportunity for karofsky to ever catch him alone. Because of that, karofsky got worse when he did see him in the halls and in classes. He would push him in lockers regardless of who was around, and he would slushy him at every opportunity. Kurt could live with that.......Just.

His friends didn't understand why he didn't tell on karofsky for the pushing. They didn't understand. Only Kurt knew that if he did it would get a hundred times worse so he stayed quiet. Anyway he kind of felt as if maybe he was a little to blame. Rational Kurt told him there was no way he was at fault for what karofsky did. But the scared gay kid inside, who had to live with the reality, that in America today, gays did not have the same rights as heterosexuals, thought maybe it was his fault.

Kurt looked expectantly at mike; His eyebrows climbing so high they nearly disappeared into his hairline. "AND.........Mike, Tina..........OMG TIKE, tell me what happened." "Well" Tina glanced around then shuffled closer to Kurt and whispered, " Karofsky tried to slushy the new boy this morning. You know what he is like. If he sees a new kid it is his mission to torment them. The guy was just standing by his locker over the way from us so we had a really good view of what went down. As karofsky and that Neanderthal Azimo marched up to him, slushies’ in hand................" “the new kid took one look at them then just frickkin went all chuck Norris on them. It was frickkin awesome man" mike finished in awe. "And another thing”, Tina continued. Not only did the new kid blacken both their eyes with barely a sweat, he was also drop dead gorgeous. Like Bad boy, do me on your bike now gorgeous" "Omg Tina!" mike looked at Tina affronted. Tina giggled, she scooted up to him "baby, you know I only got eyes for you and your abs" she stroked her hand down mikes Stomach and he looked appeased, a small smile curling his lips, as he dragged Tina closer for a kiss. "Oh my god, pass me a bucket so I can puke purleeeeese" Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. Tina and mike just grinned. “

So what's the new boys name, spill all……" Kurt asked, fetching his calc book out of his bag. "Errrrr, Dwayne I think, mike said. "Baby you have been slapped about the head too much in football. It is affecting your hearing. According to Quinn he is called Blaine Anderson and he transferred form Dalton. Apparently Quinn's cousin goes there and said he got expelled for setting the lab on fire or sneaking girls into the dorm or something. Apparently he is bad news" "But according to you, he sure is hot" mike added. Tina laughed. "Not as hot as my whittle DIM SUM”. Kurt lifted his eyes heaven ward then turned a pointed glare on the two love birds. "if I believed in god, I'd be praying right now for a distraction, an earthquake, anything so I don't have to watch you two go all kissy kissy before Miss Sherman comes in"

No soon had the words left his lip, the classroom door was slammed back into the filing cabinet. And in the doorway stood the most beautiful boy Kurt had ever seen. Kurt’s mouth dropped open, his blue eyes saucer wide. "That's him" Tina whispered. "That's Blaine Anderson"